Como Chove Miudiño
Como chove miudiño
Como miudiño chove
Como chove miudiño
Pola banda de laíño
Pola banda de lestrove
Misteriosa regadeira
Fino orballo no chan pousa
Con feitiña curvadeira
Remollando na ribeira
Frol por frol, chousa por chousa
Semellando leve gasa
Que sotil o vento move
En frotantes ondas pasa
Refrescando canto abrasa
O que o sol ardente crobe
¡Que inchadiña branca vela
Antre os millos corre soa
Misteriosa pura estrela!
Dille o vento en torno dela
Palomiña, ¡voa!, ¡voa!
Como chove miudiño
Como miudiño chove
Como chove miudiño
Pola banda de laíño
Pola banda de lestrove
¡Como chove miudiño
Polas veigas de campaña!
¡Cal se enxugan de camiño
Os herbales de laíño!
¡Como a ponte en sol se baña!
Os que son nela nacidos
Os que son dela mimados
Lonxe dela están doridos
Porque van de amor feridos
Por quen fono amamantados
Polos fillos a nai tira
Xorda, triste, plañideira
Xeme, chora, e mais sospira
E non para, hastra que os mira
Ben chegar por derradeira
¡Probe nai, canto te quero!
¡Nai tamén, ¡ai!, da nai miña!
O teu chan de amor prefiero
A canto hai grande ou severo
En toda a terra xuntiña
¿Como non si ora estou vendo
Nun paisax de prata e rosas
Canto a vida foi querendo
Cos meus ollos remexendo
Memoriñas cariñosas?
Como chove miudiño
Como miudiño chove
Como chove miudiño
Pola banda de laíño
Pola banda de lestrove
¡Como chove miudiño
Polas veigas de campaña!
¡Cal se enxugan de camiño
Os herbales de laíño!
¡Como a ponte en sol se baña!
How Light Rain Falls
How light rain falls
How lightly it falls
How light rain falls
Towards the side of Laíño
Towards the side of Lestrove
Mysterious waterer
Fine drizzle settles on the ground
With a gentle curve
Drenching in the stream
Leaf by leaf, blade by blade
Resembling light gauze
That the subtle wind moves
Passes in rippling waves
Refreshing as much as it burns
What the scorching sun touches
What a swollen white sail
Among the corn runs alone
Mysterious pure star!
The wind whispers around her
Little dove, fly, fly!
How light rain falls
How lightly it falls
How light rain falls
Towards the side of Laíño
Towards the side of Lestrove
How light rain falls
Through the countryside fields!
As the grass dries along the way
The herbs of Laíño!
How the bridge bathes in the sun!
Those born in it
Those nurtured by it
Far from it are saddened
Because they go wounded by love
By whom they were breastfed
For the children the mother cries
Deaf, sad, lamenting
Whining, crying, and sighing
And doesn't stop until she sees them
Finally arrive
Poor mother, how much I love you!
Mother too, oh, my mother!
Your ground of love I prefer
To all that is great or severe
In all the earth together
How can I not be seeing now
In a landscape of silver and roses
How life has wanted
With my eyes stirring
Fond memories?
How light rain falls
How lightly it falls
How light rain falls
Towards the side of Laíño
Towards the side of Lestrove
How light rain falls
Through the countryside fields!
As the grass dries along the way
The herbs of Laíño!
How the bridge bathes in the sun!